From A Fib to Reality

This was going to be a year of big changes for Dorothy… She could feel it.

There was the fact that she was in college now, of course; that was a pretty huge change. She felt like she was fairly responsible, and more than capable of taking care of herself – certainly more than most of her classmates from high school – but actually moving out, a couple states away from her parents, and into a room with a complete stranger, was still a lot to deal with.

There was more to it than that, however. Even with her roommate, Alex, there, she had a sense of freedom she hadn’t had before, a desire for exploration, although of what, she wasn’t certain. It was that, really, that had led her to the website. She wasn’t sure how, exactly, had just been browsing curiously, clicking on things that struck her fancy, and, then, seemingly out of the blue, there it was.

She closed the site immediately, blushing, hardly able to believe it was real, yet she kept thinking about the images she’d seen, until, a little later that day, she’d dug through her browser’s history to find it again, and started digging in a bit deeper. Adults… in diapers? Why was that a thing?! And, more importantly, why could she not stop staring?

Never in a million years would she have considered taking the next step back home. Her parents weren’t that nosy, compared to others, but, between school, her part-time job, and cheerleading, there was no way she could have guaranteed she’d be the one at home when the delivery came, and they definitely would have asked about what she ordered. There were some diapers sold in stores, sure… From what she could find online, however, they weren’t the cute ones, the ones most of the models wore, the ones she wanted so badly to try.

She’d realized, as soon as the sample pack arrived, what a mistake she’d made. When was she going to wear them?! She was still busy, and, despite that sense of freedom, she really had less privacy than ever. She and Alex had gotten lucky with their room, getting into the slightly nicer, more apartment-style housing instead of a dorm. Their room was a bit bigger, had its own bathroom, and the door led right outside, instead of into the long corridors of the normal dorm… It was still only one room, though, other than that bathroom.

So Dorothy got her diapers, and kept them hidden away in her dresser. If nothing else, they encouraged her to do her laundry more often, so she didn’t accidentally dig too far while searching for clothes and accidentally show them off. Having them right there, however, only made her more desperate to get to wear them… So, as soon as Alex announced she was going to be heading home one weekend, Dorothy leapt on her chance.

Unfortunately, she was a little too quick on the draw, assuming Alex must have left right after classes. She closed the blinds, pulled out one of the diapers, and stripped out of her pants and underwear, settling down onto the crinkly garment, practically squealing at the feel of the poofy bulk below her. It was everything she’d dreamt it would be… She pulled it up, taped it in place, giggling as she looked at herself…

And, of course, that was when Alex walked in.

Dorothy couldn’t help the squeal of panic that escaped her throat, ensuring that Alex looked right at her, well before she had the chance to grab something, anything, to cover herself with. She gulped, staring up at Alex, cheeks burning, certain that this was it, that she was never going to live this down…

Thankfully, her roomie was understanding, apologizing profusely when she saw how embarrassed and surprised Dorothy was. “It’s all right!” she promised. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. But…”

Dorothy squirmed, staring down at her feet as she stood there, in front of Alex, who had sat on their shared sofa in front of her. “Hey,” Alex grabbed her hands gently. “It’s okay… But we’re going to be living together for at least the rest of the year. Maybe we should just get this out in the open, you know? Get it over with…”

She wasn’t wrong; it was a good idea. Dorothy didn’t want her poking around, finding out on her own, or drawing the wrong conclusions. On the other hand, as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized she wasn’t ready to say it out loud – wasn’t sure if it was true yet, if she was really an AB/DL or simply curious – so, instead, she told a little fib. “It’s a, uh… medical thing,” she said. “I-It’s hard to explain, but… Well… I-I just need them, and…”

“Okay!” Alex nodded, smiling supportively. “I’m glad you told me, Dorothy… I’m sorry you’ve felt like you had to hide it for this long, but I swear, I’m not going to make fun of you or anything, okay? If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”

 

Taking Care of Business

“April?” The woman looked up from the floor, where she was down on her knees, gathering up discarded toys to return them to the box.

She was glad she did, too, to curb her first instinct to roll her eyes and snap, “What?!”, wondering what more her lazy co-workers could possibly want from her. It wasn’t one of them after all… It was her boss, Mrs. Padgett. “Y-Yeah?” she blushed, heart pounding at the close call. That would have been bad… The last thing she needed right now was to lose her job over a silly mistake like that. “What can I do for you?”

“I hate to ask this,” the older woman started, a sure sign this wasn’t going to be some easy task, “but would you mind staying a bit after we close today? It would be a huge help. There are a few things that need to be… taken care of, and you are just the woman for the job.”

“Of course!” April answered – as if she had a choice. These sorts of things were never really ‘requests’, no matter how the boss phrased them. Maybe, if she had a good enough excuse, she could get away with not saying yes, but she didn’t. She wasn’t dating anyone, didn’t have any kids to get back to herself… In fact, she didn’t particularly like children in the first place, but this daycare was one of the few places she’d been able to get hired, and it paid the best out of all of them, so there hadn’t been much of a decision to make there, either.

“Wonderful,” Mrs. Padgett nodded. “I knew I could count on you.”

April was curious, obviously, about what she was going to be expected to do. Most likely, it would be more cleaning, or something like that… Nothing exciting, but she’d be getting paid, so, in the long run, it was better than heading home and watching Netflix in her PJs, alone. Perhaps Mrs. Padgett was looking for some gossip, to see which of April’s co-workers most deserved to get fired, which was something April had plenty of opinions about.

She waited around for all the kids to be picked up, and for all those co-workers to head out, more than ready to find out what was up, when she heard the sound of the doorbell. “April,” Mrs. Padgett called from her office, “be a dear and answer that for me, would you?”

Who could that be?! There was no reason for anyone else to show up now, as far as she knew… Had somebody – a worker, or a kid – left something behind that they had to come pick up? She headed to the front door, answered it. “Oh, hi, Delia,” she smiled. Apparently, she’d been right… The woman had already been there that day, had picked her son up, so he must not have taken everything home with him. “What did Simon…?”

“You shut your mouth,” the other woman glared daggers at her, pushing past her into the building, grabbing the door from her and slamming it shut. “And don’t address me by my first name, like we’re friends. You can call me Miss Berman.”

“O-Okay,” April backed away a few steps, shocked at her vehemence. “Sorry, I-I didn’t…”

She jumped as she ran into someone, spinning around to find her boss there, behind her, her expression matching Miss Berman’s quite closely, the pair closing in on her, making her feel like a gazelle being stalked by a pair of lionesses as she stumbled away. “Wh-What’s going on?”

“I was going to ask you the same question, April,” Mrs. Padgett replied. “I have some security footage I think we’re all going to find very interesting… But first, I think you need a change of wardrobe.”

“Huh?” April brow furrowed. “Wh-What do you… Hey!” She gasped, feeling a pair of hands closing around her wrists, dragging her down the hall, back to the toddler room. “What is wrong with both of you?!” she growled, struggling futilely against the pair, eyes widening as her boss reached over, yanking off her shirt. “Stop it!”

Mrs. Padgett had let go of her to do that, giving April the opportunity to grab for her clothes, cheeks darkening at her sudden nudity. Not only did she fail to get the garment back, her boss slid something over her grasping hand, something big, and thick, and slick, forcing her fingers apart, buckling it shut at the wrist. “What the hell?!”

From there, it was all over, if she’d ever had any real chance of stopping it from the beginning. Miss Berman held the girl’s other arm up, letting Mrs. Padgett slide a matching restraint over it before they half shoved, half lifted her up onto one of the changing tables, where they stripped her out of her bra, her shoes, her socks, her pants, her panties… Everything. What came next, she never would have expected in a million years.

“You get the booties on,” Mrs. Padgett instructed, taking charge as always as she opened up a door on the changing table and pulled something out, unfolding it to ensure April recognized it, grinning as she saw the girl start to squirm and struggle. “I’ll take care of the diaper.”

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 10

“Y-Yes, ma’am,” Janet heard herself mumbling, almost automatically, shuffling over to the bed, awkwardly clambering up on top of it. There was certainly a part of her mind telling her to fight, to resist this, to assert her dominance as the older one here, as the step-mother… But, overwhelmingly, she was simply reminded of what trying to do that previously had gotten her, and how much easier it was to just go with the flow.

She plopped herself down in the center of the changing pad with a damp squish, staring up at Hazel, letting out a tiny squeak when the girl surprised her by being there with a pacifier in her hand, slipping the infantile thing into Janet’s shocked mouth. Without thinking, without fully realizing what she was doing, Janet started to suck on it, letting the motion of it soothe her as Hazel pushed up her Princess Sofia PJ shirt – although it didn’t have to go far to get well out of the way – and untaped her wet, pink diaper.

Any hopes she had of Zella not noticing were instantly quashed, as the girl smiled down at her, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. “There you go,” she cooed. “Just let your big sister take care of everything. All that pretty little head of yours needs to think about is keeping your diapies dry. Do you think you can handle that?”

Janet blushed at the insinuation that it was even a question, although she nodded anyway. “Oh, so confident,” Hazel chuckled. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?” Janet wiggled, hearing the girl’s laughter, unable to help feeling as if she might have made a mistake… But it was too late. She shivered at the feel of the cool baby wipes being run over her privates, and then, before she could do anything else, Hazel had quickly, expertly, switched out the diapers, lifting her up by her ankles and pulling out the old diaper, replacing it with a brand new one.

“You’re gonna be in this one for a while,” Hazel mused. “I think we’d better give you some lotion.” She grabbed the pink bottle from beside the changing pad, giving it a shake before squirting some out onto her hands, rubbing them together, then gently massaging it into the girl’s skin. Janet hated herself a little for noticing how nice it felt, how soft and sweet the scent was, not nearly as overpowering as the baby powder Zella had used last time.

“There we go!” Hazel declared, as if sensing the older woman’s thoughts. “We wouldn’t want you to get diaper rash, now would we?” Janet’s cheeks reddened at the reminder of what the stuff was for.

“I won’t!” Janet burbled behind her pacifier.

“No, you won’t,” Hazel agreed. “Because I’m here to take care of you.” Satisfied with the slick layer of lotion she’d rubbed into Janet’s crotch, she moved on to the bottle of powder, spraying a liberal amount of it over top, ensuring Janet did, indeed, smell like a toddler anyway. “Now, Prissy,” Zella said, wiping off her hands on a spare cloth, leaning over closer to her victim’s face, “I want you to be honest with me… Do you still wet the bed?”

“No!” Janet blushed, shaking her head frantically. She had no doubt, when she was really little, it had happened now and then, but she had no memory of it ever happening.

“Prissy, I don’t want any fibs,” Hazel told her warningly. “When was the last time it happened?”

Janet squirmed; she could assume, from everything Hazel had said, that the person the girl thought she was had been a bedwetter at some point. How long had Zella babysat for Prissy? How old had Prissy been when it stopped? Had it still been happening then? Janet had no idea, and, as much as she wanted to play the part, and avoid getting in any more trouble, with as little information as she had, she didn’t dare risk it. Besides, she wasn’t sure she could bring herself to ‘admit’ to that when it was so very much not true. “Never,” she mumbled.

“Oh, Prissy,” Hazel sighed. “I told you I wanted the truth, didn’t I? Are you really this bad at listening?” Reaching into the bag she’d gotten the diaper out of, she produced one, then two, then a third long, white strip. Janet had no idea what they were, even after Zella had lifted her back up, laying them out in the center of the diaper. “There we go,” Hazel declared, pulling the whole thing up between the girl’s legs, smiling at Janet’s shocked reaction to how much thicker it now felt between her thighs. “Three soakers ought to keep your crib dry… I’d double your diapers up, but I don’t want to run out! That would be bad, wouldn’t it?”

Janet swallowed, sucking on her paci, wincing at the sound of the diaper’s tape being ripped open, at the sensation of it getting pressed onto the landing strip, rubbed down to make sure the adhesive grabbed on nice and tight, sealing her inside her bulky prison. “If you keep going through these, we might have to go shopping,” the babysitter commented, moving to the other side, pulling it snug. “What do you think, sweetie? Do you want to go on a little outing? Buy you some new Pampers?”

Janet shook her head, imagining having to go out in public while wearing this diaper, potentially being seen by neighbors, or friends, or just anyone as she stood there beside Hazel in the diaper aisle, sucking her paci as she fidgeted, waiting anxiously for her big sister to decide which brand was right for her…

“You don’t?” Hazel acted shocked, hurt. “But it would be so much fun to go shopping with my baby sister! We could try on some new outfits for you, and if you behaved yourself, I might even let you get some ice cream.” Janet shook her head again, Zella chuckling at the sight. “Well, prove to me you don’t deserve to be in diapers, and we won’t have to get you any more. But something tells me,” she closed the last tape, finishing getting Janet into her fresh diaper, “that’s not going to happen.”

As Hazel threw the old, wet diaper away, Janet nibbled on her paci, experimentally squeezing her legs together, marveling at how far apart her knees were now, no matter how hard she tried. What if Zella took her shopping in a diaper like this?! Janet wasn’t sure how well she’d be able to walk in it, and she knew she didn’t have anything in her wardrobe – not that Hazel would allow her to use her own clothes – that would come close to hiding it.

“Aww!” Hazel cooed, returning to the bedside, staring down at her. “I totally forgot about that… Did you?” Janet looked up at her, confused, until the girl helped her up off of the bed, guiding her a few steps away. Even that small distance was a struggle, fighting to get used to the extra-big diaper, and, once she was in front of the mirror, that was all she could stare at.

“Isn’t that precious?” Zella asked. “Your paci and your diaper match!” Janet looked up, blushing so that her cheeks almost hit the same shade as the other two objects, seeing that, indeed, the pinks looked nearly identical. “What more could a little baby like you ask for?”

Janet whimpered, knowing she wasn’t a baby, that she was a grown woman, only for her reflection to show her the opposite. The little girl there was adorable, and the adult part of her mind wanted to reach down, pinch her cheeks, unable to accept that it was, somehow, her. It couldn’t be; she wore big girl panties, and would never parade around like this, in a giant diaper and matching pacifier, thoroughly cowed and under the thumb of her step-daughter.

“All right,” Hazel announced, after letting Janet soak in the image for a few long moments, “that’s enough. We’d better get you in bed, or you’ll be cranky all day tomorrow, and I’m not dealing with that.”

She lowered the side of the crib, giving Janet a gentle push to get her inside. Janet whimpered, hearing the plastic sheet on the crib’s mattress crackling beneath her, mixing with the sound of her diaper’s crinkling, knowing she was going to have to hear both all night, any time she made a move, reminding her that she couldn’t be trusted to keep her pants dry.

Just as she’d suspected, she was able to lie down in the crib easily, even comfortably. Hazel tucked her in nice and tight, giving her a kiss on the forehead, then pulling up the side with a very final-sounding click. She started to walk away, then turned, snapping another photo. “Just one more,” she smiled, seeing Janet’s blush. “Sorry, sweetie, I can’t help it!”

She flipped on the nightlight, turned out the overhead light, and walked out, leaving Janet all alone in her infantile prison. It took a little squirming for the girl to even get one of her arms free of the covers, to reach out and touch one of the bars, feel exactly how sturdy and strong it was. She could probably have climbed out over the top and gotten out that way, maybe snuck out the window, or waited until Hazel went to bed and escaped that way… But that wasn’t what a good little girl would do.

Hazel was bigger than her, and more clever than her, and was always a step ahead of her… For all Janet knew, there was a baby monitor in the room, watching her, and if she made any attempt to move from her crib, her sitter would be there in a flash, ready to punish her some more for being such a naughty baby. No, it was better to stay there until the morning, and hope she could remain dry until then.

It was true, she’d never been a bedwetter, and yet, as much as Zella had insisted she was, she couldn’t help feeling a twinge of doubt in her own abilities. It was still early, and she wasn’t really tired, so that wasn’t going to help matters, and she tried to tell herself that was the source of her worries, that she wasn’t allowing Zella to get into her head and start convincing her that her step-daughter knew more about her than she did herself, but she wasn’t sure how well that was working. If Zella thought she wet the bed, well… Maybe she had a point. If her bladder started to feel full, it was definitely going to be tough stopping it when she couldn’t come close to closing her thighs, much less crossing her legs, and when she gave an experimental push on her diaper with her free hand, she barely felt it.

Hazel had given her some extra protection, ensured her crib would stay dry, if nothing else, but she might have also doomed her. That had to be a coincidence… Didn’t it? Surely she wouldn’t have done that on purpose… She couldn’t possibly want Janet to fail, want her to wake up the next morning in a wet diaper, whether it happened when the girl was asleep or awake… Right?

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“Oh, my God,” Hazel giggled, scrolling through the pictures she’d taken, searching for the right one to attach to her message. They were all so adorable… It was almost impossible to choose.

Finally, for the moment, she settled on the final one, of the little girl tucked away in her crib, paci in her mouth, the bulge of her diaper obvious beneath her covers, staring at her from between the bars. She could always send more later, after all, she reminded herself. This would definitely do the trick of letting the recipient know she had everything well in hand.

With that settled, she glanced back at the message itself, giving it a final, quick read before hitting send, her lips moving unconsciously as her eyes scanned over the words, thinking about how they’d sound to the person on the other end of the line.

What message is she going to send?

“Hey, Harry! Hope you’re having fun on your trip! Don’t worry, things are going great here… I can see why you changed your mind and decided to come crawling back to me. She’s going to make the perfect baby for us once we get re-married. See? Isn’t she so precious? Don’t worry, she doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“Hi, Regina! I know we haven’t talked for a while, so if you don’t still have my number, it’s Hazel. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to make it to the wedding, I didn’t realize you were the one dad was marrying! I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve had to discipline Prissy. You would not believe what she was trying to do when I got here! As you can see, I have it all under control. Just like old times, huh?”

Or, “OMG, Kenzi, you are not going to believe this… Do you remember that nerd from school, Janet? My dad actually married that loser… I tried to warn him she was just a lame little gold-digger, but he wouldn’t listen. Well, look what I was able to do to her, in one evening. By the time he gets home, there’s not going to be a trace of her adulthood left, and he’ll see how right I was. Want to come help? lol”

 

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A Mommy’s Day Surprise

“We want to thank you so much for coming here today, Christina,” Alexa smiled, leading the woman further into the house, her associate, Bethany, trailing behind them. “We know it’s a holiday, so we appreciate you taking the time…”

“Oh, no,” Christina blushed. “It’s no trouble at all! I really need this job, so I’ll do anything! I-I mean…” She squirmed in place, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You’re not supposed to admit that, are you? I read all kinds of articles about job interviews, and I’m pretty sure they said not to look desperate, but…”

“It’s okay!” Bethany reached forward, rubbing her back. “This isn’t a normal job, obviously.”

“Thanks,” Christina smiled, looking around. “It is a very nice house…”

“Thank you!” Alexa looked back at her. “Our… boss worked very hard on it, and we do what we can.”

Christina nodded. “So, I’m guessing there’s a home office, or..?”

Alexa smirked knowingly. “Something like that. It’s right up here, Christina, just a little further!”

“You can call me Chrissy,” Christina offered. “I-I know it doesn’t sound as professional, but… Well, nobody really calls me Christina, so it’s weird to hear it.”

“Whatever you say, Chrissy,” Alexa nodded, stopping in front of a door, wrapping a hand around the knob. She looked to Bethany, a tiny, almost imperceptible, nod passing between the two. “Chrissy, I don’t want you to be upset… Everything is going to be all right.”

Christina frowned, glancing between the other two women. “I-I didn’t think any different until you said that,” she swallowed.

“This might look a little strange, but it’ll be okay,” Bethany chimed in, stepping closer, making it harder for Chrissy to run away.

Alexa opened up the door, letting Christina get a good look inside. “No way!” Chrissy squealed, shaking her head, cheeks bright red. “Is this a prank? Who told you, Ricky?! I’m gonna… Hey!” She’d tried to back out, only to feel Bethany’s hands close around her, pushing her forward, keeping her from being able to escape. “Let me go!”

“What are you so upset about, Chrissy?” Alexa teased. “That’s a very strange reaction… Unless…” She nodded to Bethany, who guided the smaller girl further inside, stopping in front of the giant crib that seemed to be the centerpiece of the oversized nursery.

“Let me go!” Chrissy repeated, whimpering as she got a demonstration of how much stronger than her Bethany was, the girl lifting up her slightly to allow Alexa to slide off her shoes and toss them aside, easily avoiding Christina’s kicking feet, following them up with Christina’s pants, revealing underneath…

“I knew it!” Bethany crowed. “From the moment I saw her, I could tell!”

Chrissy blushed and squirmed as Alexa knelt down, lifting up her shirt, taking a closer look at her shameful secret. “I-It wasn’t that obvious, was it?” she gulped. “I-I thought I did a good job hiding them this time, b-but…”

“It’s no big accomplishment that Bethany knew,” Alexa shrugged. “She knows exactly what they look like, since she has so much practice seeing herself in them.”

“Hey!” Bethany stomped her foot, pouting. “You hafta wear them, too!”

“Sometimes,” Alexa shrugged. “But what about you, Chrissy? Why did you come to a job interview in a diaper?”

Christina gulped, looking at the two girls. “D-Did Ricky really not tell you? Th-This isn’t a joke?”

“I don’t even know anyone named that,” Alexa replied. “You’ll have to tell us all about him… Once I get you into a dry diaper.”

Chrissy’s face lit up bright red as Bethany squealed, “She’s already wet, too?!” before leading her over to the changing table, apparently none of them quite ready to believe what was happening here.

 

The Stepdaughter – Chapter 9

Janet hesitated as she trudged resignedly back to the living room, pausing for a moment to stare down the hall, towards her potential salvation from the coming humiliation… Or, potentially, a path to something even worse than what was already coming to her. In the end, she’d decided – and she refused to change her mind now – that it was better not to risk it. Risks didn’t pay off, after all… She was going to play it safe, and throw herself on Hazel’s mercy.

There was a movie playing on TV, and, to Janet’s surprise, it didn’t look like a movie specifically for kids. There were adults on-screen, anyway, and the acting didn’t seem quite as goofy as it did in a lot of childrens’ movies. Had Zella planned on letting her watch something a bit more mature? Or would she have changed the channel as soon as Janet was in there?

The answer, she suspected, was neither, after she spotted a small stack of coloring books and crayons on the coffee table. More than likely, until bedtime, Hazel was going to watch whatever this was, while Janet’s entertainment would be lying on the floor, coloring a pretty picture. Why else would the other girl have gotten them out? She probably wasn’t going to be allowed even that now.

Despite knowing that this was her house, that she could sit anywhere she wanted, and would hopefully have plenty of warning of Hazel’s approach to get down, Janet found herself automatically plopping herself down onto the floor, wrinkling her nose at the faint squish beneath her, the small, rapidly cooling patch in the crotch of her diaper. She didn’t want to get distracted by the TV, to get shocked by her babysitter’s appearance, to make that spot bigger.

That was going to be hard enough to avoid as it was. The longer she sat there, hearing the faint sound of water from the faucet in the sink, the fuller her bladder felt, the closer it was to letting go, making her have yet another accident. This was insane… She hadn’t had any problems keeping her pants dry for years, decades even, and now she’d had two in one night, and was on the verge of a third. Maybe Hazel had been right to put her in this diaper… Maybe she belonged in one.

No! Of course that wasn’t true! Janet was a grown-up, not some silly little toddler! She looked down at herself, at the crotch of her diaper, quite easily visible thanks to her lack of pants. It wasn’t that bad, she mused. She didn’t notice anything that seemed all that different than before, not that she’d examined the babyish garment this closely until now. Zella couldn’t get too angry at her if she couldn’t even see the evidence from outside the diaper.

And yet, that did very little to keep Janet from feeling anxious when she heard the girl’s footsteps approaching, prompting her to snap her eyes and hands upwards, away from the padding, and, when Hazel appeared and the doorway, scramble to her feet and over to her. She didn’t want Zella to know, didn’t want to say it out loud, to admit what she’d done, but if she didn’t do it now, it would look way worse when, inevitably, the sitter did find out.

“I’m really sorry!” she blurted out, staring down at her feet bashfully. “Y-You scared me before, in the kitchen, a-and I had an accident, a-and I didn’t mean to! Y-You can be mad at me if you want, but please, can I just go to the bathroom first? I really hafta go, a-and I don’t think I’ll make it through another time-out, and…”

“Calm down!” Hazel chuckled, ruffling the older girl’s hair. “I already know. Do you think I don’t know what a wet diaper feels like? After all that time I spent babysitting you?”

“I-I dunno,” Janet blushed and shrugged. She sincerely didn’t; she, of course, hadn’t been the one getting babysat then.

“I am glad you told me, though,” Zella smiled gently down at her. “I’m proud of you for not trying to hide it. That’s surprisingly mature of you, sweetie.”

“Th-Thanks,” Janet nodded, wishing those words hadn’t made her feel so good. She was an adult… She shouldn’t need, or want, praise for something so simple and childish, but here she was. “D-Does that mean I can go to the bathroom?”

“Of course you can,” Hazel said. “You could have gone all along, you little goof. I said I’d take away your potty privileges if you kept throwing a tantrum, but you didn’t do that, did you?”

“Huh?” Janet pouted. “Th-Then…?”

“It would hardly be fair of me to expect you to keep your diaper clean and dry if you couldn’t use the bathroom, now would it?” Zella shook her head. “How mean do you think I am?” Janet decided not to answer that, still stunned at the revelation. She’d gotten so worked up, trying to decide it she should risk running to the toilet or not, and, apparently, she could have done that all along. “What’s wrong, Prissy?” Janet teased. “Do you need your big step-sister to take you to the potty?”

“No!” Janet protested, as Hazel took her by the hand. “No, I can do it myself!”

“Clearly not,” Hazel replied. “You’ve had all this time to go tinkle on your own, and you didn’t take it… That’s okay, cutie, I’m here to help!”

Janet’s cheeks blazed bright red as the younger girl led her into the bathroom, slipping the diaper down over her hips, picking her up and setting her on the toilet. Janet’s legs, diaper around her knees, kicked nervously, waiting for Zella to leave her alone, while the babysitter took a peek inside the thing she’d just removed.

“I guess that’s not too bad,” she conceded, “but that diaper definitely isn’t completely dry, is it?”

“N-No,” Janet shook her head. “C-Can we talk about this later?”

“There’s not going to be a later, sweetie,” Hazel informed her. “After this, you’re brushing your teeth and going to bed, little one.”

“What?!” Janet squealed. “No! It’s still so early!”

“Yes,” Zella countered. “You already got to stay up later than I normally would have let you, and you didn’t even have to go to bed with an empty tummy. But I think you’ve proven you deserve to be in diapers for the rest of the weekend, like a baby… And babies need all the rest they can get.”

“B-But I told you!” Janet whined. “That’s not fair!”

“Yes, you did,” Hazel agreed. “And, because of that, I’ll hold off on telling your Mommy about all this… But you still went pee-pee in your diapie, and this was our arrangement. Now, would you like to keep throwing a fit so you can lose your potty privileges, too?”

Janet blushed, shaking her head quickly. It would be bad enough to have to wear these big, thick, crinkly diapers for the entire weekend… She didn’t want to have to use them the whole time, too!

“Then you’d better go ahead and use them while you have them,” Hazel encouraged her. “Once I get you diapered for bed, you aren’t getting up until the morning.”

“B-But you said…” Janet protested.

“I think you had the right idea,” Zella interrupted. “Having to come to me to use the potty… That way, I don’t have to worry about you trying to take your diaper off and ruining the tapes, or trying to cheat somehow. Besides, this is too cute,” she booped Janet on the nose. “If I catch you in the bathroom without me, you won’t be back in here, except for baths and brushing your teeth, for the rest of the weekend. If you keep peeing yourself, it’ll be the same thing. If you can’t control yourself, I’m not wasting my time running you back and forth to the toilet every five minutes… If your Mommy wants me to potty train you again, she’ll have to pay my babysitting fees, because I don’t do that for free, even for my baby sister.”

“I’m already potty trained!” Janet blushed.

“Then prove it,” Hazel urged. “I haven’t heard any tinkles… I can’t imagine that little puddle in your pants is all you had in you. Go ahead, finish up… I don’t want to be in here all night.”

“Can’t you go out in the hall or something?” Janet nibbled her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” Zella mocked. “Is your bladder shy? Now? That’s funny… It had no problem letting go in front of me earlier… Twice.”

“That was different!” Janet whined. “Come on, this isn’t fair!”

“Prissy,” Hazel knelt down, looking her in the eyes. “You can use the potty here, now, or you can go in your diaper later, in private… Or, you can go in the morning, after I come to get you up, and not a second before, if you can make it, although I doubt you’ll be able to. Do you?”

Janet shook her head bashfully; she was an adult, and a perfectly well-potty-trained one at that, but she knew there was zero chance she’d be able to hold it another hour, much less through the night. That would be so humiliating, lying in bed, having to pee her pants, and go to sleep in it, waking up in a wet diaper like a bedwetter… She couldn’t let that happen.

With a sigh, she closed her eyes, trying to pretend Hazel wasn’t right there, standing in front of her, that she couldn’t feel the plastic of the diaper around her legs, ready to go back into place once she was done here. She did her best to act like she was all alone, that this was a normal trip to the bathroom and nothing else, letting her bladder relax, splash its contents out into the toilet beneath her.

“Good girl,” Hazel praised, breaking her illusion, pulling her back into the real world. “Are you all done?”

Janet nodded, squeaking as Zella lifted her down off the toilet seat, bending her over slightly to start wiping her dry. “I can do that myself!” she exclaimed, squirming in place.

“I certainly hope you’ve gotten better at that than you were last time I sat you,” Hazel teased, “but you’ve already dawdled long enough. We need to get you into bed.” She slid the diaper back up, set Janet in front of the sink once more, although, this time, thankfully, it was with a toothbrush instead of a bar of soap. She stayed there behind her, watching as she brushed, then led her off, down the hall.

There was no real surprise that she didn’t take Janet to her actual bedroom – it would have been strange for her to take the person she thought was her step-sister to her father’s room – but it was weird that Hazel didn’t seem to be hesitating, acting as if she knew exactly where she was going. There were plenty of bedrooms in the house… What made her so confident she’d figured out which one ‘Prissy’ had chosen?

Despite the humiliation she’d just suffered, Janet felt a wave of calm settling over her. This was it, she thought… Hazel was going to realize none of the bedrooms in the house were set up for a little girl. The spare bedrooms were all exactly that – spare, empty other than a bed and dresser, and far too bland and clean for anyone to believe a child was staying there. Finally, Zella was going to have to face the truth…

Janet couldn’t hide her smirk as she watched Hazel reach out for the doorknob of one of the guest rooms, knowing this was the beginning of the end of this whole affair. Perhaps, after this, she’d ask Janet which room was hers, or maybe she’d just try another on her own. Either way, they could go through the whole house, and they’d never find what Zella was looking for.

“What the hell is this?!” Janet squealed when the door swung open, her jaw dropping. She didn’t spend a lot of time in the guest rooms, since there was nothing in there… Or so she’d thought.

“Isn’t it nice?” Hazel smirked, pushing the smaller girl inside, easily ignoring her best efforts to stay away, to avoid what she was seeing in there. “Dad’s a bit of a pack-rat, so I knew he had all my old stuff stored away. While you were in your time-out, I dragged this out of the attic for you. There’s more I can set up if we need it, but I figured this would be good enough for tonight.”

“Y-You don’t actually expect me to sleep in that, do you?” Janet wrinkled her nose, staring at the crib. It was large and ornate – she was impressed, if she was being honest, that Zella had been able to get it out of the attic by herself – like she would have expected from Harrison, who didn’t like to do things halfway. She could probably fit into it with no real problems… But there was no way she was going to spend the night in a crib!

“Of course I do,” Hazel chuckled, as if the question was ridiculous. “Why else would it be here? I didn’t set it up for fun… I know there’s a bed here, too, but that’s going to be your changing table for now, unless I have to get that down, too, and take out the bed so it doesn’t confuse your silly little brain.”

“B-But why can’t I just sleep in it?” Janet pouted, staring at the heavy, wooden bars of the crib and swallowing anxiously.

“There isn’t even a plastic sheet on it,” Hazel informed her, giving the changing pad she already had spread out on it a crinkly pat. “And I suspect, if you’re still having trouble during the day, you haven’t gotten over your bedwetting, either, have you?”

“Yes, I have!” Janet squeaked, cheeks blazing bright red. “I-I mean, I never did! I don’t wet the bed!”

“We’ll see about that,” Zella smirked, giving the girl’s damp diaper a pat. “Now, go on… Get up onto the changing pad so I can get you ready for bed, Prissy.”

Janet glared up at the girl unhappily. She’d never imagined it would go this far… It was bad enough Hazel had diapers on hand for her, but an actual crib, too?! She just couldn’t imagine spending the whole night in that awful thing… She really want to stomp her foot, to yell at Hazel again about how she didn’t belong here, how she was a grown-up and wasn’t about to allow her to do this to her… Would it make any difference, though?

Hazel had let go of her, however, was by the bed now… Janet was a few steps closer to the door. If she took off, even with her shorter legs, and the bulk of her diaper, she could likely get to it before Zella, slam it shut, which would slow her captor down further, maybe make it all the way outside… She wasn’t sure what she’d do from there, since she didn’t have her keys, and wouldn’t want anyone else to see her… Although, at this point, it might be better to bite the bullet and go to the neighbors for help. She wouldn’t have time to stop for anything to cover her diaper, but that would only prove how serious the situation was, how crazy Hazel was behaving.

Or… She gulped, staring at the changing pad, at the diaper bag sitting beside it, back over at the crib. Hazel had been proud of her for telling the truth about her accident… It hadn’t stopped her from making Janet come to her to use the bathroom from then on, but she could have made it worse… She could have taken away her potty privileges immediately. Was it better to weather the storm, accept her fate for the night? She didn’t want to feel like she was giving up, tossing away her adulthood… How was she going to be able to face Harrison when he returned, knowing that, in a matter of hours, she’d resigned herself to being diapered and put to bed in a crib before the clock had even struck seven, by his daughter, someone younger than her? If she kept giving in, doing what Hazel wanted, was she going to be able to think of herself as an adult again once this weekend was over?

What was she going to do?!

Throw a tantrum and insist she be allowed to sleep in another room, or at least the actual bed?

Make a break for it, and try to get out of the house?

Or accept her diaper change, and the crib, like a good little girl?

 

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